And, you know, the thing about a Bammer… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he tackles ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The pocket turns crimson and white, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip your quarterback to pieces. You know by the end of that first half, lost thirty points. I don’t know how many Bammers, maybe a thousand in the backfield.

I can’t help but notice that all this commotion about Saban reminds me of a movie I’ve seen several times. All programs go through stretches of great success and all eventually come back to the pack, to the norm, revert to the statistical mean, etc. Alabama, and Nick Saban, are no different. You never know which catalyst will turn the tide, so to speak, but rest assured that something or several things will happen that cause a reversal in Alabama’s fortunes. Just when you think things will go on forever, they suddenly change. It happened with USC, Florida, and Nebraska and it will happen at AL.